#like me saying 'i want to learn x someday' and him saying 'well that sounds stupid and like a waste of time'

[rubyredbonnetblue]

Listen.... I know full well why I’m crushing so hard on Prince Eric and we’re just gonna embrace it

[masivechaos]

laugh by his side!

── ☆ remus lupin x fem! reader

── ☆ Request: yes / no

── ☆ Synopsis: Remus always had a crush on you and now that he finally gathers the courage to speak to you, he finds out you're deaf and don't talk. not that he minds, for you, he's ready to learn.

── ☆ Warning/content: reader is deaf, reads lips and uses sign language, i do not know anyone deaf personally so i hope my descripition is accurate, reader is insecure about their laugh (as i have heard from some deaf people on social media), she gets a comment from dumb meanies, my English

── ☆ a.n.: 1.8k words-

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At Hogwarts, everybody knew everybody. You always saw people whisper a name, shush about someone’s embarrassing moment. So even when you didn't have a lot of friends and liked it better to be alone, people knew you from afar.

Not that they knew anything more than your house and name.

But Remus wanted to know more than that. He wanted to know what you liked and what was going on in this head of yours when you were reading at the library.

The first time he saw you he was barely twelve. You were sitting alone at the great hall, ignoring the guys talking next to you. He took in your features, even at that time he thought you were pretty.

But you were shy, and so was he. Therefore, it’s only at the beginning of year 7 that he finally decided to speak to you. Now or never, it was his last year.

“Um, hi, Y/n, right?” he said with an awkward hand wave as he rested his shoulder against the bookshelf. 

You didn’t really expect him to be there so you stared at him with wide eyes for a second too long before nodding your head. You could already feel your face turn warm under his tall gaze.

Remus scratched the back of his head “I, uh… What are you reading?” he asked as he nodded towards the book in your hands. He found you oddly silent but tried to ignore it, everything was going well, no need to get worried, maybe she’s just really shy. 

You showed him the cover, trying to ignore how moist your hands had turned ever since he spoke.

“The picture of Dorian Gray?” he said with a raised eyebrow “you like classics?” You nodded again. “What do you like about them?”

That was the embarrassing moment you feared, the one where you couldn’t answer with a yes or no and had to awkwardly make him understand you only spoke in sign language.

You shrugged.

Remus tried to keep his composure. This was going awfully bad for him “Um… if I’m bothering you… you can say it”

You shook your head. No way he was leaving now.

“Then what is it?”

You took a deep breath and held up a finger to make him wait. You dug in your bag and pulled out a notebook and a pen. With a slightly shaky hand, you wrote down ‘I can’t speak’

“Oh,” Remus said as he read “Why is that?”

“Deaf since birth” you wrote down.

He frowned slightly, “But you can hear me…?”

You grabbed your pen “I read lips” Weirdly, the Wizarding World didn’t have solutions for these kinds of things compared to muggles. So since you were a kid you train yourself to read lips.

“Oh… got it.”

A moment of silence passed before he broke it “Can I ask a question?”

You nodded, happy that he was still willing to talk.

“If you’re only deaf, why can’t you talk? I mean… no offense I’m just curious.”

“I can make sounds but I don’t know how to talk because I never heard. I prefer sign language.”

He waited and read. His lips tugged into a smile “Sign language… I see”

You grabbed your pen again “I don’t try to talk because it makes me feel stupid in front of people I don’t know. Laughing too”

Remus frowned “You don’t allow yourself to laugh? Don’t you think it’s a little harsh on yourself?”

“People think my laugh is weird because I can’t control how loud it is”

“I’m sorry that sucks,” he said as he ran a hand through his hair. “But you know if someday you want-” Remus was cut by the sound of Sirius’ voice.

“C’mon, mate. Don’t wanna be late to James’ game,” he said as he dragged him away from you.

Remus waved his hand and mouthed ‘see you’ as he left the library without his will.

You were left alone with your book and burning cheeks. It felt so warm to know that even if you were deaf, he was willing to know you more. You didn’t have many friends and of course the few you had knew at least some signs. But you never really dare talking to new people, you always thought you’d be too boring. But apparently, it didn’t bother Remus at all.

-

Around a week later, you went into the library after class as always but every table seemed to be full. Your eyes darted the room, you didn’t want to sit next to someone you didn’t know and as you turned around to leave, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You jolted by surprise. 

You spun around and saw Remus “Sorry,” you read on his lips “Forgot you couldn’t hear me from afar”

You smiled to let him know you weren’t mad.

“There’s a free seat next to me if you want”

You sat by his side and saw him pull out a paper and write “Is reading lips more tiring than reading what I write?”

Your smile only widened, no way he was asking this. You only spoke one time and didn’t expect him to be so considerate already. “Yes”

“Got it,” he wrote.

You both worked on your own in silence, Remus was occasionally glancing at you. You were so focused on your work, your tongue poking out the corner of your lips, he thought you were so cute.

He took a deep breath and went back to his work. Little did he know that you were struggling just as much to not stare at him. Your knee brushing his, your elbow touching his, it was all too much. You felt the warmth creeping up your neck and ears and cheeks.

As you kept staring down at your textbook, you saw Remus’ hand sliding a sheet under your eyes “Want to take a break?” he had written.

It had been less than an hour but you wouldn’t say no to more time with him so you looked up and nodded.

Once out of the library, he led you to the Black Lake. He sat down against a tree and made sure you could see his face as he said “Better here, no?”

You looked at his soft smile as he spoke and nodded. Your lips were tugged into a smile, too. There was just something about him. You couldn’t help it.

“Here we don’t have tons of loud students” he said before realizing “not like it matters to you” he chuckled awkwardly, realizing his mistake.

You laughed. For the first time in a while, you allowed yourself to laugh in front of someone other than your four friends. You knew you probably sounded a little weird but you didn’t care because you saw his smile widening.

“I like that,” he said.

You shook your head with a smile, “No,” you managed to stay, still laughing. It felt good to finally allow yourself to be free.

“What ‘no’?” he smiled, “It’s adorable, keep laughing.”

Your heart melted, you spent so much time hiding it and there, Remus was allowing you to be yourself. And it felt so good to finally let your guard down.

-

As the weeks passed by, you spent more and more time together, using study sessions as an excuse to be with each other.

You kept every single sheet he used to talk to you, reading the conversations over and over again when you had some time alone. It was easy to say you were whipped.

But the good thing was, Remus was too.

“Come on,” James grinned “You have to tell her!”

Remus sighed “I’ll look dumb if she doesn’t feel the same. I’ve looked at her from afar for years now but to her it’ll be so sudden”

Sirius scoffed “Bullshit. That’s just an excuse you found.”

“Yeah listen to them,” Peter chimed.

“Weren’t you supposed to be my ally in this?” Remus frowned.

Peter shook his head with a laugh “Nope”

Remus sighed and laid back on his bed “I’m so… down bad”

“That you are,” James grinned “That’s why you have to tell her”

“Yeah, I know…” he whispered “You know what?” he said as he sat up “I’m gonna tell her. This is our last year, I’ll regret this if I don’t’

“That’s what we like to hear!!!” Sirius shouted as he clapped hands with James.

-

Remus ran to your usual meeting spot next to the lake. He was ready, he was gonna confess. All these weeks he spent by your side, it felt so good. He needed more.

He could finally see the tree and… he frowned. You weren’t alone, three students with green collars were by your side. You didn’t seem well. He rushed to you “Everything’s alright?” he asked as he immediately pulled you close to him.

One of the students snickered “Like she can answer you,” he laughed.

Remus’ frown deepened “Excuse me?”

“Your girlfriend’s mute.”

“No she’s not.”

“Oh,” another Slytherin chimed in “and why won’t she speak then?”

Remus felt anger boil in the pit of his stomach “Because you don’t deserve to hear her. Piss off now.”

The three didn’t bulge “I said piss off!” he said louder until the group left. He turned around and tightened his arms around you, making you understand you were safe now. You were curled up by his side, you didn’t know what he said to make them leave but you had felt their footsteps running away from you.

Remus tilted your chin to make you look at him “You’re alright?”

You nodded

“I’m sorry they bugged you” he whispered.

You smiled to say ‘it’s fine’

“No it’s not,” he said, already knowing you too well. “It’s not fine.”

You looked down and felt his embrace tighten. You stayed like this for a while, with his arm around your back and your head in his neck. It felt good. You could feel your heartbeat calming down.

Remus pulled away. You sat down against your usual tree. “I came here to say something– well… let you know something”

You looked up at him, intrigued, and tilted my head.

Remus took a deep breath and started moving his hands and fingers, trying to remember the signs he learned. It was time. He focused and signed “Will-you-go-out-with-me-?”

Your eyes widened and you nodded. Your heart was a puddle, you couldn’t believe he had put so many thoughts into this. You nodded again and hugged him as tight as you could. You felt the warmth in your body, creeping from your toes to the top of your head.

Just as always, Remus stayed there, knowing exactly what you needed and giving it to you without hesitation.

It probably didn’t mean a lot to him to learn a sentence in sign language, but to you, it meant so much. Just like when you allowed yourself to laugh by his side, with him, you could be free, you could be yourself.

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[loveyhoneydovey]

stalker!reader x simon riley

notes and WARNINGS: AGELESS BLOGS AND MINORS DNI this is an 18+ only blog. this fic contains stalking, toxic behaviour, references to sex, masturbation, tiny bit of daddy kink and a significant age gap between simon & reader is implied but the actual number is never mentioned.

reader can be of any race but it is a cis fem reader fic. if i missed anything please lmk:)

please don't take this too seriously, i let my pussy take the wheel

reader who meets ghost at a bar one night, while he’s on an outing with his team

reader who becomes obsessed with this intimidating, older and yet discreet hulking man

reader who tries hard the whole night to catch his name, noticing his friends (teammates? you’d find out soon enough) only call him l.t., lieutenant, or ghost

it didn’t escape you how he only slightly lifted his mask (it’s like he knew halloween was one of your favourite movies) to drink his beer, but you managed to catch a glimpse of his blond stubble and could feel your mouth water

reader who decides then and there this man is hers and hers only

and it all began there

you started following him whenever you could, taking pictures of him, getting to know him and his entourage

you thought his friend with a mohawk (johnny, as you’ve come to learn) was adorable, maybe you and ghost could play with him someday

you print all your favourite pics of him and hang them on your ceiling, you love looking at them when your fingers or thickest dildo are plunging in and out of your soaked cunt. you like to imagine this older man barking orders at you on how to do every single thing his way. you can't teach an old dog new tricks after all (or can you)

“don’t you come without daddy's permission, don’t you fuckin’ dare”, you come the hardest whenever you imagine his deep voice saying those words

you’ve also come to learn he has a terrible sweet tooth, big strong man like him likes to indulge sometimes

so one day as you start growing bolder, you go to his favourite café and get in line before him

you ask the barista if you can anonymously pay for his order as well and get him a chocolate scone (you wish you could hand feed it to him, maybe clean the chocolatey mess on his lips with yours)

you leave thinking of how pretty his cock would look inside you

ghost who’s been onto you from the very first night, you weren’t as discreet as you thought you were. pretty little thing like you it’s hard to go unnoticed

ghost who sometimes purposely wore clothing that showed off his build. his grey sweats? yeah that picture of him takes up the most space on your ceiling

ghost who sometimes leaves you little clues, knowing you’ll follow the crumbs like a starved rat. he loves how proud you look whenever you figure something out about him. sue him, he wants to make his baby happy

ghost who follows YOU home when you think he's gone to bed and start heading to your apartment. can't have his sweet girl to fend for herself in the dark now can he

ghost who plants a mic in your apartment during one of the few times you're to busy to follow him. he loves abusing his cock to the sounds of your moans (or your voice in general)

simon who’s eventually tired of your games and corners you in an alleyway while you’re following him

“wha-” “now now luv’, i think i’ve let you have enough fun, haven’t i? yeah daddy’s been onto you this whole time. what do you say we go home so you can show me what you were thinkin’ of every time you fucked that sweet pussy to my pictures.” the high-pitched moan you let out after gets a surprised chuckle out of him

“come on. after you, filthy brat”

[embrosegraves]

ℙ𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 ℝ𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣

(request) Fernando Alonso x Reader  After Fernando’s Big Crash™ the reader helps him remember them “You were my first kiss.” + “Smiling in the middle of a kiss.”

Warnings: mentions the crash from Barcelona testing in 2015. written with female!Reader in mind. pretty sure thats it, could be wrong tho

You hadn’t seen what happened so much as you had heard it happen. Apparently no one knew how the crash had happened. Just that Fernando had somehow crashed out at turn 3. Pre-Season testing had never been so stressful for you. All they entailed was testing the new car on the track, gathering a bit of data for the engineers and then it was off to the first race of the season. 

You had never expected to end up in the hospital waiting for Fernando to wake up in the hospital bed. You were grateful that you had taken lessons to learn Spanish because so far the doctors in Barcelona didn’t speak a lick of English. They tried speaking to you in broken English until you replied back to them in almost perfect Spanish. Eventually, they managed to explain that due to the force of the crash he had sustained, it was likely that some of his memory would be lost. Whether permanently or temporarily, they could not say. It would all depend on when Fernando woke up. 

You thanked the doctors and sat down next to your boyfriend’s hospital bed, clasping his hand in yours. You were worried. Of course you were worried, your boyfriend just crashed and potentially lost every memory of you! You had no idea what you would do if Fernando didn’t remember you. You just had to hope that he would remember who you were. 

Around an hour later, you felt something squeeze your hand. Your head shot up from looking at your phone, turning to see that Fernando’s eyes were slowly but surely opening. You waited until his eyes were fully open before speaking. 

“Fern?” he slowly looked over to you, as if he couldn’t quite tell who you were, “Are you okay?” 

You watched as he licked his slightly dry lips, so you grabbed the cup of water from the bedside and helped him take a sip. 

“Gracias Señorita.” He said. 

“You’ve not called me that since we met for the first time.” Despite the doctors warning you that he might not have all of his memory, it still surprised you to witness Fernando not recognise you. You had been together for 5 years now. 

“Forgive me if this question sounds silly but,” you took a breath to steady yourself, “do you know who I am to you?” 

Fernando frowned at the question. He took a moment to think before answering, “You feel familiar to me. I know that you are important but I cannot remember why.” 

Your face had fallen more and more with each word he spoke. Moving your gaze to the bedsheets, you tried desperately not to let him see the tears welling in your eyes. 

Fernando had seen your tears nonetheless and gripped your hand a little tighter, “Lo siento.” 

“It’s okay.” You wiped the few tears that had fallen and tried to give him a comforting smile when a thought came to you. 

“Could you tell me about us? So I can remember?” 

“Of course I can.” And so you spent the next 45 minutes telling him about everything you had been through in the five years you had been together. How just two weeks ago he had brought up that he wanted to get married someday but that he still wasn’t sure about having children. You told him about how funny you thought the media was when he was racing for Ferrari because everyone wanted to paint him as a womaniser despite being in a very secure relationship. You had even told him about how you had met each other. 

“You were my first kiss, you know?” You said to him. “That New Years party where we met. I had been so shy that night and then you came along at midnight and just kissed me. It was honestly the most fairytale thing that’s ever happened to me.” 

“Can you kiss me?” Fernando suddenly asked. Your shock was evident on your face. You weren’t sure why he would ask that. Especially because he didn’t exactly remember being your boyfriend. 

“O-Okay.” You slowly got up and leaned towards him. Gently, you placed your hands on either side of his face, his own hands coming to rest over yours. 

The kiss was slow, and extremely soft. His lips moved with yours and if not for the situation you found yourself in, you would say that it was one of the most romantic kisses you’d ever had. You had honestly not expected a whole lot to happen when you agreed to kiss him. Part of you hoped for something, anything, to click in his head but you weren’t going to hold your breath. 

You definitely didn’t expect for Fernando to start smiling in the middle of kissing you. You went to move away just a little bit, but before your lips could separate Fernando’s hand moved to hold the back of your neck and he pulled you closer than you were before. What was a slow and gentle kiss quickly became passionate and almost desperate. It was like Fernando had been deprived of water in the middle of a desert with how he kissed you.

Finally pulling away from each other, you began to catch your breath. The kiss had taken a turn and quite literally took your breath away. 

“Fern?” You asked, your voice small but hopeful. Looking into his eyes you see love and adoration practically gushing from him. 

“Hola, Mi Reina.” He caressed your face as he spoke to you. Even if you weren’t looking at him, you could hear the smile in his words and how he spoke.

“Do you remember?” Your legs felt like jelly. You were so frightened to ask, it didn’t matter that he was using his preferred pet name for you. 

“How could I ever forget about you, Mi Amor?”

The way I had already written pretty much the whole thing, and then STRUGGLED to think of a way to end it with a one-liner.

Anyways I hope you all enjoyed this one! It's my very first one for Fernando so I'm really hoping I did the request justice.

likes, replies and reblogs are always appreciated!

[devildom-moss]

June poll story

(Mammon x gn!MC)

(NSFW) (sub!Mammon) (dom!MC) (NSFW tags: anal on Mammon, MC with a dick or strap-on - called a"cock" regardless, marking/biting, slight degradation/calling Mammon a "slut" and "greedy" affectionately, but mostly praise, lots of "good boy"/"baby boy"/"baby", missionary position, kind of vanilla maybe? a little bit of malewife Mammon at the beginning, so soft for this man)

Word Count: +1,900

Mammon gently tapped his notebook on the top of your head before you both left for school that morning. Despite the embarrassment that rose inside of him, he tried to sound cool as he told you, “hey, clear your plans for tonight, ‘kay?”

“What for?” you asked him.

“Cause I said so. I know ya got your little Solomon lessons after class, so just come straight to my room when you get home, got it?”

“Can I at least shower after I get back?”

“Huh.” Mammon thought about it. That would give him a bit of extra time. “Yeah, that works. Just text me when ya get back. After your shower, come over.”

“Deal.” You figured you could amuse Mammon for the night. It would be nice to spend a bit of time with him anyway. “So, what are we doing?”

“Don’t worry about it. We’re gonna have a relaxin’ night in.”

It had been a long week. Mammon had picked up on your rising stress – especially in the last two days. If Solomon tried to cook for you during his tutoring today, Mammon wasn’t certain that the old sorcerer would make it through his lesson unscathed. Although there was no way Mammon would tell you he wanted to help you de-stress, demanding your time was his way of trying to help.

You did as Mammon asked. Nice and clean, and with the scent of smoke from your failed potion finally washed from your skin, you headed to Mammon’s room. Out of politeness, you knocked on his door and waited for a response – something you hoped Mammon would someday learn by example. Although, at least (thus far) you had avoided anything too awkward with your one-way open door policy.

A very quiet “shit” was whispered before Mammon replied at full volume: “one sec, MC.”

When Mammon opened his door, you immediately noticed that he had tidied up his room recently such as two seconds ago. It was sweet of him. The next thing you noticed was that something smelled good in there – like homemade food.

“Ya hungry?”

“A little, yeah.”

“We’re eatin’ in here tonight. I made ramen for ya, com’ere.” Mammon pulled you to his couch. On the table in front of it were two large bowls of ramen – along with a bottle of Demonus and two glasses. The only issue was that when Mammon said he made ramen, you didn’t expect it to actually look delicious. There were chopped vegetables in there – Mammon had even gone through the trouble of cutting carrots and tofu into small flowers and shaped the soft-boiled egg into a heart.

“You made this?” you asked, surprised.

“Hey, I can cook if I gotta,” Mammon got defensive, “or if I wanna.”

You couldn’t suppress the grin. You pulled Mammon in for a quick kiss. “Thank you, baby.”

“Hm, I could get used to you thankin’ me.” Mammon played cocky to distract from his embarrassment. “Dig in, already.”

You didn’t expect the food to taste as good as it looked. Mammon must have gotten help some way or another; all you knew was that he was trying so hard to make you happy – and it was working.

After dinner and a glass of Demonus, Mammon put on an action movie that he had brought up a few days ago. He was going on about how cool the trailer made the villain look and how you just had to root for him. Mammon tangled his body up with yours on the couch. With all of the enthusiasm about the movie from the other day, you expected Mammon’s attention to be fixed on the screen. However, he wasn’t even watching the movie; he was staring at you. It was a hungry sort of stare, and you knew he wanted something.

“What’s the matter, Mammon?” His face burned when you asked him. Somehow, he believed that his staring wasn’t so obvious. Still, he might as well say something.

“Do you want to fuck me?” Mammon asked, shy-sounding and slightly nervous. What he meant was that he wanted you to fuck him, but he figured if he phrased it like an invitation, you’d take him up on the offer without him having to voice his desires. Sometimes, his trouble expressing his wants was difficult, but right now, when you knew exactly what he really meant, it was adorable.

You didn’t say anything – just pulled Mammon into a more desirable position. You had Mammon on his knees with his back against you, half-pressed into the back of his sofa. His ass was flush against your body as you boxed him in. There was only so much room on the couch, after all; you had to get close.

Your hand snaked around him, under his shirt, and up his chest so you could caress his neck. As you did, you nibbled on his ear. You could feel the rising heat hit his ears as they reddened slightly. A deep, desperate moan escaped Mammon’s throat. He hadn’t expected you to get into this so quickly.

Between switching from one ear to the other, you pulled Mammon’s shirt off and tossed it to the side. You felt a brief moment of guilt. He had just cleaned up in here, and now you were tossing clothes on his tidy floor. But when Mammon tilted his head back to rest on your shoulder, you didn’t care anymore. The rest of his clothes, and most of yours joined his shirt in a messy pile – except for his underwear that you had accidentally tossed on his staircase because of your own eagerness. Your hands were all over him as you kissed his neck.

“Ya can’t get enough of me, can ya?” Mammon asked, shakily.

“Not when you react so cutely,” you smirked. “Lube?”

“Under the table.”

You chuckled. Did he usually keep a bottle of lube under there or had he been expecting this? It didn’t matter. You grabbed the bottle and coated your index, middle, and ring fingers. You rubbed a slow circle around him before slowly giving him your index finger. The sharp gasp followed by a shaky sigh said enough. He was so eager to take you.

“Were you thinking about this all day?” you questioned him – low and seductive – while running your other hand up his thigh.

“N-no.” He shuddered under your touch.

“Liar,” you teased. “You’re acting like such a pretty little slut for me.”

“Only because it’s you,” he admitted with a faint blush on his cheeks.

“Such a good boy.” You kissed his cheek, causing him to close his eyes and scrunch up his nose, and gave him another finger.

You continued kissing his neck, stretching him out at the same time. In response, Mammon was left moaning and rocking his hips back onto your hand. You bit his shoulder lightly.

“You can bite a little harder than that.”

“Of course,” you whispered and got closer to his ear, “sometimes I forget what a little masochist you are. Should I call you a little pain slut, instead?”

You bit him harshly, and he groaned. Through that desperate sound, he corrected you, “it doesn’t hurt – if it’s you. I just feel good.”

He was so cute.

You licked over your teeth indents in his skin, blowing over the drying saliva. There were so many marks left on his neck that you were going to have to make him cover up tomorrow. If anyone saw the extent of what you did to him, chaos would erupt. Then again, he might not listen and start showing off the second you left him alone. He wanted everyone to know that he was yours – that you claimed and marked him.

“M-more, gimme more. I can take it.”

“Oh? What can you take? Say it if you want it that bad.”

“Gimme your cock, hurry.” As much as he wanted that “hurry” to sound demanding, he just sounded desperate.

“Greedy boy.”

You pulled your fingers out of Mammon. He waited patiently while you prepared yourself. You warmed the lube up in your hands before coating your cock/strap-on generously. (If you’re using a strap-on, you cannot convince me that Mammon wouldn’t insist that you keep one in his room for convenience but also so he could masturbate with it when you aren’t around and imagine that you’re fucking him.) With Mammon still pressed against the back of the couch, you teased his hole from behind without inserting into him. He reached back and grabbed your thighs, squeezing firmly.

“Stop teasing, yeah?” He was panting already.

You obliged and pushed into him. Your hand snaked around his front to rub his chest gently. He whined in response. With your other hand on his boney hip, you squeezed him and pulled him closer, filling him deeper.

“F-fuck. I – I, MC,” Mammon tried to find the words.

“Yes, baby boy?” you cooed in his ear.

“So deep, but – but it isn’t enough.”

You hummed and slid your hand down his stomach and to his cock. You stroked him slowly while continuing to rock your hips against him in steady, deep thrusts. “Like this?”

“No,” he whined. “Not enough of you.”

“I don’t have any more inches to give you, baby.”

“No, I wanna look at ya. I wanna see your face.”

You chuckled and pulled out of him. The little noise he made in response was adorable.

“Look at me,” you commanded.

Mammon turned around. His eyes were starry and wide – blissed out from pleasure and affection. You pushed him on his back gently and grabbed his legs to wrap them around your hips. As you stared down at his pretty little face, you caressed his cheek; he nuzzled into your hand.

“Ready, baby boy? I want you to take all of it at once, okay?”

Mammon nodded, still nuzzling into your hand. With your thumb, you brushed over his lower lip. You loved seeing him like this.

“Good boy.” You pushed into him, and he nearly screamed – covering his mouth with the back of his hand to muffle his voice. You forced his hand away and pinned it above his head. “No, baby. I want to hear you.”

“But I’m too loud.” It was a feeble, little protest.

“Then I’ll shut you up.” Leaning down, you kissed him roughly, picking up your pace as you thrust into him. His nails scratched down your back, leaving long red marks along your skin. All you could hear was kissing, moaning, and the sound of slapping skin. The movie seemingly faded away.  

You were eager to make him feel even better and reached your hand down between your bodies to stroke Mammon’s throbbing cock. More moans escaped his mouth. You could feel him getting closer, and you pulled away so you could look at him while he came. The desire to see that pretty face twisted up in pleasure felt more like a need. Your fingers slowly traced down his neck. Mammon writhed under your touch, making the cutest noise as he arched his back off the couch. He clenched around you and came all over your hand and his stomach. He craned his neck and shut his eyes. Mouth wide, he moaned so beautifully that you couldn’t believe that sound came from a demon.

When Mammon opened his eyes and saw you above him, staring down lovingly, he felt like he had somehow entered a world more heavenly than the Celestial Realm. You were both panting, but an infectious smile creeped up on Mammon’s lips.

Mammon’s eyes locked on yours, still filled to the brim with lust. His kiss-bruised lips parted to speak, “more.”

[mcshiiin]

drunk, dazed, and distanced.

heartsteel kayn x reader

"stay the night. hell, stay the week."

his grip tightened around my wrist. desperation laced around his voice like poison.

"i would but i can't, kayn."

a frown graced my lips. i lowered down my gaze, afraid of betraying my words once i saw his eyes filled with disappointment.

"i'm sorry," my stomach coiled with discomfort. " i will text you every minute. i will call you for hours. i swear, it will feel like i'm never gone."

i removed his fingers from my wrist and held it in my hands. i reached for his other hand but he turned it away.

"no. that's not good enough," he said. he grabbed my chin with his free hand and tilted my head to meet his longing gaze.

i scanned his face for any hint of anger, but there was none. instead, all i found was his dejected pout. a wave of relief washed over me.

"at least look at me will 'ya? look at the man you're going to leave."

i stared at him a bit for much longer; mapping the slant of his nose, the curve of his lips, the arch of his brows, the shape of his eyes, and every slope and dips of his gorgeous face into my brain. i'm going to miss this bastard, so so much.

"why are you making it sound like i'm breaking up with you?"

i asked him softly, eyebrows raised inquisitively.

"because you might as well be, idiot!" "do you want me to?"

"… no."

i reached out to trap his cheeks in between my palms, snickering in delight. i felt him instinctively melt into my touch. he raised a hand to hover above mine and closed his eyes.

"i'll miss you so bad. you know that, right?" "i know that, pretty boy. but i have work, you have work, we both have different responsibilities as of the moment."

'and it's really tempting to choose you over everything,' i said to myself, knowing well that if i voiced those thoughts, kayn wouldn't give me a chance to leave.

i bit my lip to stop myself from saying more. instead, i snaked my arms around his neck and pulled him close. he did the same and wrap his arms around my waist. he leaned in and gave my lips a tiny peck.

"why can't you just stay here?" "because i don't have work here, and i can't risk my career back home. at least, not in these times." "ugh."

kayn buried his face in my neck and made disgruntled sounds. i tried to soothe him and raked my nails over his scalp. he did quiet down but held me tighter.

"someday, we can be together without my work getting in the way, i promise. not this time but one day, i swear. i'll work harder to get closer to that day, so focus on your music for now, okay?"

he lift his head up and cupped my face. a small smile adorned his lips, as hope littered his face. i tried so hard not to cry at that moment.

"if you say so, then fine. yeah, okay." "okay."

i leaned forward, breathing in his scent. i peered at his expectant eyes, wordlessly asking for permission. he confirms by brushing his lips against mine. i felt something uncoil in my stomach, releasing some pressure i was uncosciously holding on to since the beginning of our conversation. when i finally gave him a kiss, the world stilled. nothing matters in that moment, not even the clutter that fell down upon him kicking away the coffee table as we stumble down his couch. snickering a little, i caged his torso in between my thighs. we were slow and passionate at first, as if i'm memorizing every corner, every slope, every curve of his lips. my head was swimming with nothing but the thoughts of kayn. his smug smile. his little whines. the dent of his nipple piercing poking out of the fabric of his crop top. it will be months- if not a year before i get to see him again, so i'm making this count. i'm savoring every moment; learning the way his lips feel against mine, the way his tongue slips inside my mouth, and the way warmth spread over me like wildfire as he explores the cave of my mouth.

i grab a fistful of his hair while his hand seizes me by the neck and placed the other on my lower back. his skin feels hot against mine, yet i found my self shuddering from his caress. his desperation seeps in between kisses. gone was the slowness, instead it was replaced by hunger and urgency, as if i'll disappear within the next second. the electrifying sensation from his touch leaves me wanting for more. i want him closer. more, please. i groaned as his sharp teeth grazed against my lower lip. my mind is buzzing with intoxicated thoughts of his being, and i've never wanted to not be sober ever again so bad.

i drank in his kisses until i'm blacked out, momentarily forgetting that i had a flight to catch early in the morning tomorrow.

[vodika-vibes]

Would you please please please think about a part two for your Cody Day piece??

Just One Date pt II

Summary: You promised Cody a date, and he's come to collect.

Pairing: Commander Cody x F!Reader

Word Count: 1677

Warnings: Smutty, but there's no penetration

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: This was supposed to be full of smut, but I'm not really feeling it. Sorry.

Someday, you’re going to learn to not underestimate Cody.

Clearly it’s not today, because if it was, you would not be surprised to see him standing outside the door to your room, a boyish grin on his face, and a basket of something in his hands.

“Comm-” He shoots you a look, and you sigh as you fight the amused smile, “Cody,” You correct, and are rewarded with an almost blinding grin. “Is something wrong?”

“You promised me a date.” He replies, “You agreed to one night, for me to prove that we can be amazing together.”

“I did, yes.” You say as you lean against the frame of the door and fold your arms, “I thought you were going to wait until we returned to Coruscant for that.”

“Lame. That’s too far away. And I’m far too impatient to wait. Can I come in?”

You tilt your head to the side and consider his question for a moment, your lips twitching in amusement, “I suppose, if only to keep you from pouting at me.” You finally say as you move out of the way.

Cody slips past you, and you finally allow the door to close, as you turn towards him. He has a wide grin on his face, and you can’t help but wonder what he has planned.

“First, I have a present for you.”

“Oh, Cody, you didn’t have to-” You trail off when he presses a simple paper rose into your hands, “...did you make this?”

“I did.” He replies proudly.

You lightly trail your fingers over the paper petals, a small smile crossing your lips, “You didn’t have to.”

“I told you, I have a plan.” Cody’s grinning again, “I have every intention of making tonight so amazing that you want to say yes to being my girlfriend.”

“You don’t think you’re being a little excessive?”

“Nope. If anything, I’ve toned today down to not overwhelm you,” He says, as though the idea of overwhelming you is laughable. “Anyway,” Cody opens the basket and shows you what he’s brought, “Rather than risking making you sick with the slop that the GAR likes to call food, I bullied General Kenobi into teaching me how to make desserts.”

You peer into the basket, and you’re surprised when you see a wide array of pastries. “Cody, I would have been happy just spending time with you. You really didn’t need to go so far-”

“I want to spoil you.” Cody interrupts, “You do so much for me, and my brothers, you deserve this.”

You stare at him, eyes wide, and then you drop your gaze as you feel your face heat, “I must sound so ungrateful,” You mumble, “Thank you, Cody, for doing this for me.”

“Mesh’la, if I could afford it, I’d buy you the softest silk clones and the finest jewelry,” Cody replies, “And it would be worth it. Every single credit.”

You laugh softly, and take a half step towards him, before you reach out and lightly press your hand against his cheek, “You’re sweet, but I don’t want any of that.”

Cody sets the basket on your desk, and then presses his hand over yours, his gaze is locked on your face. There’s a small smile on his lips, as he moves a little closer to you, so he’s in your personal space. “What will make you happy, cyare?” He whispers, his free hand coming up to cradle the side of your head.

You close your eyes and lean into his touch, a smile crossing your face, “For the war to be over and you and your brothers are free to choose what you want with your lives.”

Cody doesn’t say anything for a moment, and then he chuckles quietly, “Yeah, I have about 5 credits, cyar’ika.”

“Well then, you being here is enough.” You reply as you open your eyes to look up at him.

Cody’s thumb rubs slowly against your cheek as his dark eyes scan your face, “Huh.”

“What’s wrong?” You ask.

“I was just trying to get a reaction out of you in the medbay the other day,” He admits, “But I don’t have to prove to you how great we’ll be, do I?” A small smile lifts his lips, “You already love me.”

A huff escapes you, “Honestly, Cody, that’s not how a confession works. You’re supposed to tell me how you feel, not how I feel.”

His small smile morphs into a full fledged grin, “So, I’m right then? You love me.”

Your face heats, “Is that so surprising?”

“I want to hear you say it? Please?” Cody asks as he leans in and bumps his nose against yours.

“Alright then.” You murmur, “I love-” You’re not able to finish your sentence as his lips press against yours in a chaste kiss.

It’s a quick kiss, quicker than you want, but Cody presses his forehead against yours and sighs softly, “Your lips are so soft…” he murmurs, before he leans in and kisses you again and again.

This time, when he breaks the kiss, he takes half a step back, a low chuckle leaving him, when you try to follow him. “Easy there, cyare.” He says softly, reassuringly, “I’m not going anywhere.”

You consider him for a moment, before you press your body flush against his, your arms coming up to wrap around his neck, “You were right, the other day.” You say quietly.

“I often am,” Cody replies, “What was I right about?”

“I do often want to drag you into a storage room and ride you until neither of us can walk straight.”

Cody drops his head to your shoulder, a groan leaving his lips, “Kriff, cyare…why did you tell me that? This is our first date, I’m trying to be respectful-”

“We’re both adults,” You point out reasonably, “No one will judge us. Unless, you don’t want-?”

“Oh, I want to.” Cody says immediately, “I also want you to know that I’m never going to get any work done ever again, knowing that you’re thinking about riding me in a storage room.”

You giggle, “You’re welcome.”

“Awful, simply awful,” Cody’s lips find purchase against your throat, “Going to have to punish you…after I find out if the rest of your body is as soft as your lips.”

He pulls himself out of your grasp, just long enough to peel the top of his blacks off. Cody tosses the shirt to the side, to be handled at some other point in time, and he immediately slides his hands under your shirt.

Your fingers glide up his stomach, and ghost across his chest, your gaze lingering on the dog tags sitting innocently around his neck. “Oh, cyar’ika,” Cody quickly tugs your shirt up and off and tosses it to the side, “Do you like my dog tags?” He asks before he attaches his lips to your shoulder.

Your face heats, “I joined the military so they’d pay for my school,” And then you pause, “The armor and dog tags are just an added benefit.”

Cody’s head snaps up, something gleeful crossing his face, “You have an armor kink?”

Your face heats even more and you press your face against his shoulder, “I’m not admitting to that.”

“Kriff, cyare. If I knew that I wouldn’t have bothered to take my armor off before coming here.” Cody groans.

You’re quiet for a moment, and then you glance up at him, his eyes are blown wide with desire, and a small, shy smile lifts your lips, “Next time?” You offer.

Cody’s hands still just under your breasts, “Next time?” He asks.

“If…if you want there to be a next time?”

Cody’s lips part, and he exhales slowly, “Take your clothes off, cyar’ika.”

“Yes Commander,” The words slip off your tongue almost absently, but Cody’s reaction meant that you were definitely going to do it again. As soon as his rank falls from your lips, he groans, deep in his chest, and his hips rock against you. His erection is hard against your stomach.

“Minx,” Cody says once he manages to get ahold of himself, “You’re going to get yourself into trouble-”

“...promise?”

His chuckle is low, and your stomach swoops in excited nervousness, “Clothes off, my minx.” Cody repeats.

Slowly you obey his orders, allowing your clothing to pile on the floor at your feet, and as soon as you’re totally bare, Cody’s hands are on you. Gliding over your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples, ghosting down your stomach and over your hips, sliding around to grip your ass firmly.

You writhe against him, “Commander, please, don’t tease.”

“Mm, I’ll tease if I want to.” Cody counters, he kisses you quickly, and then dips one hand between your thighs, “You’re so wet, minx.” He breathes out, “Is this all for me?”

“Yes, sir.” You reply.

“Mm, my good girl.” Cody spreads your slick around, before he pulls his fingers away and licks them clean, his gaze dark as he looks your over, “I was going to bury my face in your pretty pussy until you fall apart for me,” He murmurs, “But I’ve changed my mind.”

“Did you?” You ask, slightly breathlessly.

“Oh yes,” Cody kisses your shoulder, and then trails his lips up to your neck, “Get on the bed, my pretty minx. You’re going to put on a show for me.”

You whine quietly, “Commander-”

He nips your shoulder, “Only good girls get their Commander’s cock. Put on a show for me, cyare, and then I’ll give you what you need.”

Another whine leaves you, but slowly you climb onto the bed and position yourself so you’re comfortable. 

Cody pulls your desk chair over to the bed, positioning it so he can see you clearly. “Whenever you’re ready, my pretty little minx.” He says quietly, his dark gaze locked on your pussy.

Slowly your fingers glide down your body, and you know, even as your finger starts to slowly circle your clit, that you’re not going to be able to walk in the morning.

[visceravalentines]

cane-cutter blues

Bo Sinclair x AFAB!Reader

this was originally supposed to be a comfort fic. in reality, this is literally the opposite of a comfort fic. read this only if you want to be discomforted. did you know there is a type of rabbit in Louisiana called a swamp rabbit, or a cane-cutter? they can swim. i hope this information serves you well in the future.

1.9k words. dubcon through-and-through and Bo is an ass. reader is well north of Stockholm. the whole fic is a metaphor for god knows what. dacryphilia, an abundance of prey imagery and some gore. I feel the need to credit @ventiswampwater with the creation of this genre of fic which I like to refer to as fuckweird bc it is fuck weird.

He finds you. He always does. It's not like you were hiding, not really; you've long since given up any hope of that. The town and his brain are maps of each other. You can't hide from him here. 

He walks up to you slow, stands over you. You cannot look at him, or you won’t be able to look away. You curl in on yourself tighter like a grub in the earth. There is a sinkhole, ragged and sucking, cold in your chest. 

He takes a knee in front of you and says nothing. Your sobs are deafening in the silence of his stare but you cannot stop them; your diaphragm kicks below your ribs like a rabbit in a hawk's claws. You press your hands to your mouth and stop breathing, feel your lungs fold. Maybe, if you are still, he'll forget he ever saw you.

"Hey," he says in a voice like guncotton. The air in your lungs rushes past your lips to meet him with open arms. "Why you cryin', baby?"

You shake your head no. No, not crying. No, not baby. He puts his hand on your knee and you make a sound like something that is realizing it is dead. 

"Tell me what's wrong, pretty girl." 

His voice is soothing, solicitous. Your eyes are drawn up to meet his and there is sympathy there, thin and filmy. Behind it there is something else. You cannot look away. He scares you so bad and your whole jaw trembles and you need him to hold you even if he holds too tight. 

His brow draws together. "You hurtin'?" 

Too much. That is too much. You cry out and the hole in you groans and the floor begins to absorb you, you can feel it, feel yourself seeping into the carpet and the cracks of the boards below and the dirt below that, speckled with bones. Someday, you will crawl beneath the foundation of this place to die. 

He coos and gets on both knees, big hands sliding up your thighs. "Ohh, baby mine." 

He forces your legs open and scoots between them and you are exposed, a rotten log eviscerated, and how badly you want him to fill you with warmth and how badly you want to claw at his face until he leaves you alone. 

"Tell me where it hurts," he says, wiping his thumb through the damp on the curve of your cheek. "Is it here?" He draws his finger down the center of your forehead to the bridge of your nose. 

You shake your head. No. The brain doesn't feel pain, you learned once. Before you came here and got lost. Your brain hasn't been the same since the sinkhole. Since the first time you died. But you know better than to run those trails anymore. Nothing lives in that part of the woods.

He leans in to kiss your brow. You squeeze your eyes shut and brace for the impact. He cups your neck in his hand. His thumb can reach all the way around your trachea but he doesn't squeeze this time. His hand melts to the center of your chest. "Is it here?"

Almost. Almost. You whimper. Your heart is flinging itself against the cage of your ribs, desperate to be rid of you, desperate to be clutched in his hand. Your blood belongs under his nails. You picture him with gore streaking his face, the meat of you in his mouth. Handsome. 

He pulls the neckline of your tank top down with one finger and presses a kiss to your breastbone. His hair tickles your chin. His teeth scrape at the skin stretched taut over bone. Fleshless. You have lost so much of yourself, peeled off and dripped out along the back roads, sunk in murky water, tufts of fur scattered to the wind. 

He could fix you. You know he could. You've watched him fix cars and radios, roofs and windows. Once he pulled a thorn from Jonesy's paw with all the care of a surgeon. You want him to hold you like that. You want him to mend you. You know he knows how. He took you apart in the first place, slit your belly and dug through your innards for the best parts. Swallowed them whole and raw and salty. Surely he could stitch you back together again. 

He sighs, shaking his head. "Can't do a thing for ya if y'don't help me out here."

"There," you say hoarsely, pressing your hand to the gap between your ribs. "Right there." You can feel your pulse eddying beneath your palm. You want to take his hand and hold it there until the hurt stops. Until the blood clots. You want him to cradle you like something precious and domestic. A dog. A tool. 

He doesn't seem to hear you. Lately you've been speaking out loud but it's only in your head. Lately he doesn’t speak your language. He pushes your legs further apart and his tongue darts over his lips. 

"Is it here, baby?" He pushes his knuckle into the seam of your shorts, catching against your clit. You moan and it trembles in the air like a snare pulled taut. He’s got you. He’s got you.

An almost-smile skitters across his face. "Right there, huh?"

Your lip quivers. The world shakes. The rabbit thinks it can run. Your rib cage is collapsing like a house that is sick of being everything but a home. He strokes you in a slow circle and the fabric pinches but you nod. "Right there," you whisper, digging deep into the muck of yourself to find the bright side. Twisting your words into sounds he understands. This is how he loves you. This is how he fixes you.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

He grinds his knuckle against you while his free hand works at his belt. Below the pinch there is a spark and you lean your head back against the mattress and choke. A fresh wave of tears brim over your lashes and they are hot as they streak down your cheeks. Your lips are swollen and stuck together. You lift your hips without being asked and he pulls your shorts off. The carpet is rough against your ass. You wait for him to put you where he wants you because that's how he does it. That's how he makes you whole. 

He pulls you onto the floor beneath him and the change in elevation spikes the pressure in your sinuses. "Daddy's gonna fix it, baby," he mutters as he pumps his cock. "Gonna make it better."

He prods at your entrance and you suck the saliva from your tongue and swallow. He burrows into you and you gasp and it hurts. You are too soft and too strong for this, and that's always been your problem, and maybe if you were hard and brittle you would have shattered long ago instead of tearing like wet paper again and again. 

Your nails dig into the carpet as he pistons his hips, groaning as you give way around him. The sting subsides like stings always do. The bloom between your hips is warm and honey-gold. You turn your palms to the ceiling and let his love diffuse through your blood, sigh and hiccup as it spills into the hissing void in your chest. 

He huffs with every snap of his hips. He pushes your knees to your ribs and you see his hands are filthy; he’s been working in the shop. Grease smudges your skin like sorrow. The things he adds to you are never the ones you would have chosen. The things he takes you didn’t know you could live without. 

He fancies himself a hunter, but you know he is a scavenger. He finds your hurt rotting in the undergrowth and skins it, turns it inside-out, pins it to the wall like a trophy. It isn’t his; it doesn’t belong to him. But it is easier to hang on the wall than it is to outrun the hawk.

“You been lonely?” he grunts.

Loneliness dogs your steps like a hunched and withered thing. Sometimes you think you are the only one alive in this place. Sometimes you know you are a ghost. Sometimes you wish he’d give you a baby just so you could hear a different person crying. “Yes.”  

“Been missin’ me, huh?”  

You miss him when he’s right beside you. You miss him when he’s asleep with his arm across your chest, suffocating you without meaning to. You miss him every moment he’s not inside your body and even then you are counting the minutes before he leaves you again. “I always miss you.”  

He cracks a smile. “Always, huh?”  

You miss a version of him you’ve never met. A version who never made it out of the womb alive. A version you dream about, sometimes, in the springtime when he lets you sleep with the windows open. 

The tears begin again. 

He moans. His thrusts pick up speed. “Pretty when you cry, baby. Tuggin’ on my heartstrings.”  His thumb finds your clit again and you whine and buck beneath him. “I know. I know.”  

The joints of your hips are burning. The carpet is scraping your back. You can’t breathe right; air comes in rationed gasps. You are pinned to the dirt and dying. But it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay. You can’t remember why you were upset. The emptiness inside you is full of brown leaves and beehives and covered in vines. He’s too rough and it’s too much and you subsume yourself in it. The water is cool and it lifts you. An animal is screaming in the woods, under the bed, in your throat. The rabbit loves the hawk in a way without words. 

“Let it go, baby. You need this.”  

Your brain is misty and you can’t think backwards. The trail is lost. You don’t remember who you are anymore. You only ever think of him. His hands on your body, his lips on your skin. How many bites remain of your heart?  Is there any left for you?  

Where is his heart, and why can’t you have any?  

You are dangling by a snare-string, now and always, and you watch it fray and you feel it snap and you fall to the ground and into the sky. You kick so hard you break your own back and feel bliss. You feel bliss. He is drowning you in honey and you feel better. You feel better. 

"Yeah,” you hear him purr. “That's what she needs.”

He is always right, and you are something else. 

He fucks you through it. He’s right behind you, crashing through the brush, splashing through the mud, groaning and gripping at your bones. “Fuck…’m close, girl….”  

Your ears are ringing. Your eyes are elsewhere. The hum of the hive. The wind in the trees. Water up to your throat. He will finish, he will leave you. You will hide. He will find you. Sunlight through the canopy. Dirt beneath your paws. Bees in your chest. The view from the mantle above the fireplace. He takes your skin and chews your heart and leaves you to decompose. 

When he cums he claws at your underbelly but there is nothing vital left. You are bones. You are hollow. You are already dead. 

He eats and leaves and leaves a mess. He pulls out and honey seeps into the carpet. You follow it through. You rot beneath the house. You swim into the swamp. The sinkhole swallows you up. You disappear amidst the green. 

He says something, but you don’t speak his language. 

[acourtofinkandpapyrus]

A Flower With Petals of Flame: Part nine (Eris x reader)

Warnings: A little angst

Part eight Part ten

Tag list: open

Your brother refuses to tell you anything, so you make other plans...

It’s been a week, and I still have no answers.

I was getting agitated.  Everytime I tried to pry answers out of Rhysand, he disappeared.  He wouldn’t acknowledge what Elain said about him knowing things, and that only made me more suspicious.

After another wonderful breakfast, I made to find Rhysand before it got late.

Nobody, not even Cassian to my suprise, has offered to help train me.  It was obvious the Archon sisters, except Elain, were receiving training.

Though, they were still thinking of how I was before I died.

That girl was soft, weak.  She dreamed about being stronger, but when she brought it up to her father, he had dumped her into the Illerian mountains in a sundress for a week.

I don’t know what he thought would happen to me, but that’s when I actually started to learn how to be strong, and to hide my true nature.

Why didn’t I tell Rhysand about this?  Well, because my father was still my father.

And for some damned reason I still hadn’t wanted to see him hurt.

“Rhys, can’t you just… tell her?  Feyre’s whispered words came from a cracked door.

I froze, then I sidled over behind the door so I could hear them better.

“She’s my little sister.  She doesn’t know how to handle any of this, she doesn’t even know why she’s here.”  Rhysand said, his voice high strung.

He was hiding things from me.

Of course he was, I knew he had been.

It still hurts.

“Rhys, even if she’s not ready, you have to start letting her in, help her be ready.  Like you did with me.”  She says, her voice firm, but caring.

“I can’t lose her again.”  He whispered.

He really didn’t know me at all, did he?  I thought sadly as I walked away.

Maybe I’d tell him someday.

But not today.

Today, I was going to find my friend, and figure out another way to solve this damned mystery.

I sat against the tree, I snarled while I spoke, “I can’t tell him what I’m like now, not yet.  I have to solve this whole people falling back into life problem before I can even begin to address that problem”

Eris nodded, leaning against another tree.  “And why, exactly, can’t you tell him yet?”

I placed my face in my hands, my speech muffled, “Because I have absolutely no idea how he’ll react.”

Eris made a sound of thought.  “Well, you’re lucky I’ve already been looking into this.”  He said, a little bit smug.

I lifted my head, unable to hide my smile as he winked at me.

“The only problem is that it requires us to break into one of the most heavily trapped tombs in Prythian.”  He said, grimacing a little now.

I looked at him through my lashes, head tilted down a bit.  “I don’t call that a problem.”

[rosyl12620]

Douma x reader miniseries

Intro

Ever since before you were born, your family had been loyal followers to the Eternal Paradise cult. You knew your father hadn’t liked that idea and stopped communicating with everyone in the family except you. And after you were born, you were expected to follow it as well. You didn’t complain at first.

But one day while you were going to the temple yourself you had accidentally walked in on the leader eating a human.

Obviously you terrified but your instincts took over and you immediately grabbed the nearest object that could do damage. Which was a random wooden stick. You defensively raised it to protect yourself if he tried to do anything to you.

“What did you do?” you demanded, your voice seething with anger.

“Now, now Y/N-chan,” he says, his voice not once wavering, “Lower the stick.”

His voice darkened as he said those last three words. It was clear who had the upper hand.

You wanted to give in. But the stick felt glued to your hands. It was a lose-lose situation. But you didn’t back down.

“Hand it to me,” his voice sends a chill down your spine.

The atmosphere becomes cold.

He reaches his hand out, gesturing for you to give it to him.

Without a second thought you lunge towards him. You raise the wooden stick and try to hit the side of his head. You were quite skilled at close combat as your father had been a former demon slayer and trained you from time to time.

But he grabs the stick midair and stops you from doing anything else. You reluctantly let go of the stick as your head clears. What a stupid thing to do. Now you were going to get killed and eaten by your psychotic cult leader.

You back away as he steps closer to you with a smile that told you that he was pure evil.

“Backing away now?” he asks, though it didn’t sound like much of a question, “I was honestly quite impressed with your defiance.”

Your body tenses as he speaks.

“I have an offer for you,” he says menacingly.

You feel the chill of his bloodlust. It terrified you.

“What is it?” you question him.

He chuckles softly, a sweet yet scary sound.

“Aren’t you a curious one,” he ignored your question, “How about this? You train under me for a few years and in return you and your family gets spares from getting eaten.”

“What’s in it for you that you are making this deal?” you ask, suspicious of the offer, “And what’s there you can teach me?”

He smirks, “I have my reasons for wanting you as a student. One of them is that I sense potential from you. As for the other question, I would say I’m quite a powerful uppermoon.”

Uppermoon? You’ve heard that word somewhere. But where?

Flashback———————————————————

You were training with your father on a sunny day. You were still a child back then.

“Father, tell me about being a demon slayer,” you had requested.

“Ah,” he smiles brightly, “Well we use katanas to slay the demons, hence the name. It’s a difficult job but I’m certain you will one day be strong enough to defeat an uppermoon. You have potential.”

“What’s an uppermoon?” you had asked.

“They are high ranking demons. Usually, only hashira can defeat them.”

“You think I can be a hashira?” you exclaimed in shock.

He ruffles your hair, “Of course. You have potential. Now let’s review swinging the katana.”

You nodded excitedly. Working with wooden katanas were your favourite parts of training. You had hoped to wield a real one someday.

At the time you weren’t sure you could be a demon slayer. Everyone else in your family seemed to have a whole lifeline planned out for you.

End of flashback————————————————

Uppermoons are high ranking demons. So it meant the cult leader was a demon. And a high ranking demon too. You never actually bothered to learn his name.

“I accept,” you finally say.

You knew that you had to either accept or be murdered and eaten, risking your entire family in the process.

“That’s great!” he says with a bright smile that seemed almost genuine, “We’ll start tomorrow!”

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The years passed by in a whirlwind. Days and days of near impossible training, being Douma’s personal blood supply, and keeping up with it all as a human.

He taught you some things about his blood demon art that you turned into a breathing style since humans couldn’t use blood demon art.

You called it “ice breathing” and you could do things such as make the temperature colder, summon icicles of different sizes, and blast icy wind with a strike of your katana.

In order for you to train properly, you did acquire a used katana from a demon slayer Douma had killed.

One day you were striking down dummies with your katana in the room you used to train when you suddenly heard anguished screams. It was a normal thing to hear in Douma’s temple but the screams sounded off to you.

You sheathed your katana and walked towards the sound. It was coming from the preying area as expected.

You opened the sliding door slightly, enough to peek in. There say Douma on his throne, drinking blood from an unconscious women’s neck.

But it wasn’t just any women. It your mother.

You gasped in surprise and threw on the door completely.

Douma smiles when he sees you, “Come in Y/N, although I’d suggest knocking next time.”

“You told me that if I trained under you, you’d keep my family from harm!” you accused.

“Ah yes. I did say that didn’t I?” Douma says calmly, “I suppose I didn’t mention that they’d be eaten after those few years.”

You were in a stunned silence. Douma continues to enjoy his ‘meal’ as he relishes in the fear he has given you.

You were smart. You knew your mother was beyond help. You couldn’t even see the rising and falling of her chest anymore. You turned and ran right out the door just before tears streamed down your face.

You headed to your room to grab all your items. The katana in case anything happened, some clothes, a few snacks to live off on, and some survival items. You put them all in a backpack.

Meanwhile, Douma was wiping his mouth as blood had stained his face. He smiles evilly.

“I know you’ll come back my Y/N-chan. After all, your mine.”

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Other parts coming soon!

[harry-styles-obsessed]

Perfect to me

Warnings: none! Just fluff and comfort

Request: hi I struggle with acne and am very insecure about it, I’m learning to cope with it and everything but do you think you could do one where the reader has an outbreak of acne? Like because of stress or tiredness or stuff? I don’t mind really… just something comforting please! Thank you(:

Tw: mention of blood

Harry x insecure fem! Reader

That morning you woke up way earlier than normal, Harry was laid in bed beside you, softly snoring, his hair messy yet a complete masterpiece. You carefully sat up tiredly getting out of bed as you made your way into the bathroom flicking the light on as you turned on the taps your eyes suddenly focusing on your face, your stomach dropping as you stared at yourself. Red spots covered your skin, dry spots too… your face just looked incredibly inflamed acne… you always struggled with acne but the outbreaks were always the worse and they always made you feel insecure. You stared at yourself eyes full of self hatred as you shook your head emotions barrelling out of control a sudden sob leaving your lips… maybe some would see the way you reacted as stupid but you were incredibly insecure all the time and Harry knew that well, he tried to lift your confidence up but somedays were better than others.

“Babe?”

A confused Harry stood at the doorway, hair everywhere and eyes slightly droopy as he gazed at you worriedly and you quickly covered your face not wanting to look at him or rather him to see you as you shook your head “hey… hey what’s the matter?” He asked worriedly as he walked towards you more awake now since he knew you were clearly upset and very emotional. “I’m so ugly and gross” you spat out and Harry remained silent his brows pulling together before he crouched down in front of you trying to get you to look at him but every time he tried you were only more adamant to hide your face. “Why do you say that? You know that’s no way to talk about yourself… you’ve got to show yourself respect.” He said calmly, “babe look at me. Honey… please.” He whispered not wanting to force you to but he didn’t want you suffering in silence “but it’s the truth I’m so ugly!” You yelled out finally looking at him and once his eyes locked onto your face realisation struck “oh darling… no no no.” He was quick to cup your face in his hands gazing at the redness on your skin “you’re not ugly or gross… this is normal. Hey… it’s totally normal… even I get outbreaks sometimes… it happens to everyone.” He assured but you sniffled shaking your head “yeah but you look hot… and I just look like a mess.” You whined out and he couldn’t help but chuckle, “don’t laugh” you whined out and he smiled at you “I’m not laughing honey…. You look hot doing anything and don’t tell me otherwise… now listen to me okay?” And you nodded your head listening intently to him,

“I’m going to go into the bedroom… I’m going to make you some food, how does a nice hot chocolate sound hm? Then we can cuddle and watch a movie okay” he said softly and you nodded immediately craving the warmth of a hot chocolate “yes please” you whispered and he nodded smiling as he kissed your cheek “go to the toilet,” he said making you furrow your brows in confusion “go on” he said with a nod before leaving you for some privacy however you did just as he said finally realising why he had said it, your eyes staring at the blood that was soaking your underwear. Damn period. Of course. How’d he know? You went to call him but before you could he had already walked in, a new pair of underwear held in his hand along with a pad before he handed them to you “isn’t this gross for you?” You asked quietly and he smiled at you “not at all… you’re my girlfriend… I love you… I don’t care what I have to help you with.” He assured and you just remained silent. How did you land a perfect guy like him? “How’d you know?” You asked and he smiled “well it’s been about a month and your period usually falls on this date” he said making you let out a soft laugh “gods i love you” you said happily and he smiled crouching down just in front of you “love you too sweetheart….” You removed your underwear noticing how blood had spread onto your inner thighs a soft whine leaving your lips “don’t worry honey… it’s just blood.” Harry assured grabbing a flannel as he wetted it with hot water, he then handed it to you. You felt safe enough to let him help you during these situations… that said the type of man he was… a trustworthy loving man. “Good job baby. All gone.” He murmured kissing your forehead before he crouched down in front of you helping you put the clean underwear on before he stood up, leaving the bathroom just so you could sort yourself out. He knew you could do a lot of this by yourself but he wanted to make sure you knew how much he supported you.

As you made your way out of the bathroom Harry was already back in bed but this time his guitar was standing up just next to the bed, “hey baby… here come sit.” He said and you quickly clambered into bed letting out a soft sigh your tummy already cramping and causing you pain. “Lay down. Just relax… let me take care of you okay?” He murmured and you nodded your head leaning back into the warmth of the bed as he lightly lifted your T-shirt up just so he could place the warm hot water bottle onto your skin, a soft happy sigh leaving your lips and you hummed fluttering your eyes shut “your hot chocolates just there okay? And some chocolate and other snacks just in case.” He said softly. He knew damn well just how to take care of you. He then propped himself up onto his pillows so he was sat slightly taller than you and you heard the sound of something opening and you opened your eyes looking at him confused and he chuckled “don’t worry… just got a face mask…” he murmured gently and you nodded, allowing him to smooth the cream onto your skin- the cream was a moisturiser almost to get some moisture into your skin, it usually helped your acne and you just hoped it would work this time too.

“Why are you so insecure about your acne?” He soon asked as his fingertips continued to lightly massage the cream into your skin “because it makes me look ugly” you whispered, making him scoff quietly “don’t be silly. You’re beautiful no matter what y/n…” he said gently and you shook your head “don’t try and say no to me… especially when it’s the truth.” He said making a small smile form on your face “but-“ “but nothing y/n. You’re gorgeous no matter what. I don’t care what you look like. I fell in love with your personality, your body, your kindness, your everything… not just your looks okay? Yes you’re beautiful but you’re so much more than that.” He said quietly before pressing a kiss to your lips “I love you.”

~

Once your skin was much more softer and you were a lot more relaxed Harry began playing guitar for you, lightly strumming his fingertips against the strings. “Can you sing for me?” You asked quietly and he smiled and without even saying anything, with just a simple nod, his fingertips began simply and gently strumming against the strings the tune instantly making your heart melt as you recognised the start of it instantly as you looked at him with nothing but love in your eyes, so much so you could’ve cried then and there… “your hand fits in mine like it’s made just for me but bear this in mind it was meant to be, and I’m joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks and it all makes sense to me, I know you’ve never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile you’ve never loved your stomach or your thighs, the dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine but I’ll love them endlessly” his voice was soft, gentle… oh so passionate but also so so sincere. “I won’t let these little things slip out of my mouth but if I do it’s you oh it’s you they add up to I’m in love with you.. and all these little things,

“You can’t go to bed without a cup of tea and maybe that’s the reason that you talk in your sleep and all those conversations are the secrets that I keep, though it makes no sense to me. I know you’ve never loved the sound of your voice on tape you never want to know how much you weigh, you still have to squeeze into your jeans but you’re perfect to me…” as he said those four simple words he gazed into your eyes with the softest and most truthful smile, he meant it. You could tell. A tear gently trailed down your cheek making him lean forward to kiss it away gently “I won’t let these little things slip out of my mouth but if it’s true it’s you it’s you they add up to I’m in love with you, and all these little things. You’ll never love yourself half as much as I love you… and you’ll never treat yourself right darling but I want you to… if I let you know I’m here for you… maybe you’ll love yourself like I… love you. And I’ve just let these little things slip out of my mouth cause it’s you… oh it’s you… it’s you they add up to and I’m in love with you and all these little things… I won’t let these little things slip out of my mouth but if it’s true it’s you it’s you they add up to I’m in love with you and all your little things…” he fell silent the strumming stopping as tears continued to trail down your cheeks “I love you so much.” He whispered placing the guitar down just so he could pull you close to his body his fingers gently stroking away your tears as he pressed soft kisses all over your face not daring to let go of you…

“You’re perfect to me.”

[the-fiction-witch]

Comfortable

Media The Queens Gambit

Character Benny Watts

Couple Benny X Reader

Rating Sweet af

Concept Moving in

I sighed as I dropped the last box of my things on the basement floor having carted the boxes down from the back of the beetle. We were moving in together and I was so so happy! After all this time Benny and I would finally be living together. I was a little worried, questioning mostly where all my stuff was going to go in his apartment but I'm sure we'll figure it out. 

"All done?" He asks finishing up brewing us a cup of coffee each, still in his shoes from the drive to pick up my stuff earlier his blue jeans, belt, his black t shirt and then his green button down half undone and the sleaves rolled to his elbows

"Yep now it's the unpacking step"

"Well we have plenty of time" he says handing over my coffee and sipping his own "and we'll get a pizza for dinner tonight okay?"

"sounds lovely benny" I smiled nuzzling on his shoulder

"Ummmm. I don't have to savor the cuddles anymore? You'll be here for cuddles all the time now"

"I will. Same bed. Same bath. Same space. You're sure I won't get in your way?"

'of course not. It's your space as much as it is mine. I've wanted you to move in for months" he reassured "I'll give you a hand unpacking make it all go a bit quicker"

"Your sure? I don't mind if you wanna play?"

"I'll help. I have ages to practice. Your only going to move in once" he says giving my lips a sweet kiss 

"Unless we move? Which I hope we do someday benny,"

"Of course we will but we'll be moving together" he Cooes 

"Your so cuddly and cute today" I smiled starting to work on my boxes and he he began to help out too 

"I'm not allowed to be excited about you moving in with me?"

"I know" I smiled giving his cheek a kiss as I took my mugs to the kitchen

"Ooohh mugs no more paper cups"

"No more paper cups"

"My life is going to be so improved you living here"

"I probably should have asked actually benny have you ever lived with a girl before?" 

"No."

"Really never?"

"No, grew up with my uncle. The only girls he had around stayed the night and no longer. Uhhhh Beth kinda lived here a while? I guess? But that's it"

"Just curious is all, I guess some things will be kinda new to you then"

"Like what? We've been dating for three years? I'm sure I've seen everything" 

"...... Maybe" I giggled knowing full well whenever I did stay here he did not! See me. Real me. Didn't happen. He saw relaxed like level 4 maybe five. Not like relaxed level ten twelve where I'm comfortable enough to eat pizza in my track team sweatshirt while handwashing my period panties. "You'll learn"

"I'm sure I will. Now I shall take my ladies pillow and settle it into its now permanent spot on my bed" he says taking my pillows towards the bedroom "ah- no our bed"

"Adorable benny, take my teddy too"

"Already got him buttercup"

"Thank you!" 

It was a slow process of pulling items out and finding places for them to now permanently live, some stuff was easy like my shampoo, my pillow my jacket as these had there usually places in Benny's apartment long before us moving in together, and some things like my clothes my towels my mugs where easy too as benny had made the space for my stuff. Other things took a little while longer to find places for and something's honestly were just hilarious.

"Uuuuuuuhhh…. Tubes?" Benny asks as he was unpacking the bathroom box for me I glanced over from where I had been sorting my books and saw him looking very perplexed holding the small paper tubes "where uhhh where do these go? And what are they?"

"Uuuuuuuhhh" I giggled

"They look like those little ice cream bars in the paper packets like choc ices"

"They are…. Lady things"

"Lady things?"

"Benny… there tampons"

"Oh? What are they for?"

"Periods."

"What do you mean for periods?"

"Okay you understand what a period is right benny?"

"Yeah it's a week out of the month you get really mad at me and just wanna be cuddled"

"They are what go up my lady place to soak all the blood up so I don't bleed everywhere"

"Ahhh!" He yelled dropping them 

"Relax there all packaged there clean and sanitary" I laughed

"They go up your…"

"Yep should think you'd understand things going up my lady place it's usually your erection" I giggled

"Is there a difference between the blue ribbon ones and the red ribbon ones?" He asks 

"Yes. What do you think it is?"

"Uuuughh? Are they coloured?"

"No"

"Textured?"

"No"

"...flavored?"

"Flavored?" I giggled 

"Strawberry? And blueberry?" He asks 

"Blue is regular, red is extra"

"... It changes size? It usually feels the same when I'm in it?"

"The amount of blood benny"

"Oohhhh that makes more sense. Where do they go?"

"Where do you think they go?" I smiled

".... Well you wake up on your period. And I assume you have to put one in so… bedroom? Maybe on your vanity? Like with your deodorant?"

"You know I'm not even mad that's not a bad guess benny. Bathroom please close to the toilet they should have a little wicker box they go in"

"Oohh I wasn't meant to take them out of that"

"No"

"I see. I will put them in the box and… box on top of the toilet?"

"Perfect" I smiled

"This seems like alot thought. How many do you get thought?" 

"Uhhh change every three hours for however many days I'm bleeding"

"Fuck! You Need a bigger box" 

"It's fine when I use some I buy more"

"Well when you need more put them on the list"

"I will" I giggled

"I have another question actually?"

,"Yes?"

"Why do you have so many towels? There's like six?"

"How many towels did you own?"

"Three. My towel, your towel, kitchen towel" 

"Hand towel, hair towel, bath towel, plus spares for laundry" 

"Oh? You need that many?”

“Yes I do.”

“If you say so buttercup” he shrugs 

“How about working on the bedroom box benny? Okay I’ll do the bathroom one in a sec”

“Okay” he nods starting on a different box “Hu? Uughhhhh y/n?”

“Yes benny?”

“Uuuummmmm…. Alien tool?” He asks showing one of my hair curling tools 

“Hair curler Benny”

“Oh? Okay” He nods “Ohh is this the like wavy one?”

“Yes it is”

“Ohh okay, makes sense I guess” He sughs moving on though the box “Ughhhh y/n?”

“Yes benny?” I giggled

“Battery something? It has like texture head things? Is it for like the kitchen tender the meats?”

“Thats a sex toy benny”

“Oooh!” he yelped dropping it 

“Its clean.”

“I know but still… sex toy. Okay. how does? Ohhh it goes on the clit?”

“Yes it does” i giggled 

“Cool” he shrugs “SO box under the bed”

“Yes please”

“Alright, Hu? A magic wand? That plugs into the wall? Is- is this s sex toy?” he asks moving on to the next item 

“That’s another hair curler benny”

“Ohh? Oohh you like loop it round I’m guessing”

“Yes”

“I see, Uuughhhh I’m going to guess…. Some type of sex toy? For a horrifying act?” he says holding an item that made me giggle 

“No, benny no” I laughed 

“What is it then?”

I got up took it from him grabbed one of my taller knee high boots from the porch and slipped the stretcher inside each boot “They keep my boots nice and stiff so they don’t flop over and get all creased”

“Ooohhh…”

“See”

“That does make sense” he nods “I do not understand women products”

“Sorry”

“Its fine buttercup I need to learn”

“I guess its just kinda embarrassing having to explain everything,”

“Sorry buttercup, but you don’t need to be embarrassed about telling me these things, from now on we’re going to live together I need to know all the lady products”

“I know … its just kinda weird maybe we should hold off for a while”

“y/n, this is a big step for both of us. We’ve both lived on our own for a long time. It's going to take some getting used to us actually living together. I'm sure the’ll be lots of embarrassment and weird explanations while we get comfortable with each other”

“I know but I’m kinda realizing I’m weird and kinda gross��

“Y/n were all weird and kinda gross, everyone does weird kinda strange stuff when there alone. You know what I did last night? As my last night before you move in with me?”

“No”

“I sat in my chair licking honey off my hand for like an hour”

“Really?”

“Yeah I didn’t want to dirty a dish so I poured it on my hand, let it semi harden and then licked it off. Like a bear. And I do that alot. Then! You know what I did, My nose itches and both my hands where sticky, so i tried to itch my nose with my toe. And It worked!” 

I couldn't stop my giggles

“See, weird, gross and very hard and embarrassing to explain. But I love you. Your my girlfriend and I want us to live together your the only person in the world who I’m happy to know that I eat honey off my hands. You're my buttercup you get to know everything, even the weird shit.”

“You mean it?”

“Course I do. I know we're not that comfortable together yet but we’ll get used to it as time goes on,” He cooes giving me a tight cuddle “Hey? We’re going to really experience each other from now on, I mean the showers in the living room we can’t hide anything from each other”

“True.”

“You're happy to move in then?”

“I am, very much. It’ll be nice to really ‘know’ each other.”

“It will” he cooes giving my lips a sweet kiss “I love you”

“I love you too” I smiled nuzzling into his chest 

“Come on lets get you unpacked so we can get pizza and eat in our underwear” 

“That sounds lovely” 

[riahlynn101]

"[You] Should Know Better Than That" (2).

Chapter 2

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Jane’s nephew had always been a weird one. Temperamental and moody were labels put on him by his parents - her brother and sister-in-law - but there had always been more to it than that. 

Sure, Mike’s temper tantrums were a sight to behold. Her eardrums still haven't recovered from the one he threw when he was five. And her nephew’s moods change on a dime (thankfully, less outwardly destructive now that he’s older). But to say he’s temperamental is missing a fundamental piece of what makes Mike, well, Mike. 

She hates that she knows this. Hates that she understands him more than he does himself. And Jane refuses to understand anyone at all. 

Not anymore. 

“And his mood swings,” she warbles, pretending to wipe her eyes. 

Abby’s teacher - what’s-her-face - tilts her head. A look of blatant disbelief on her face. Jane isn’t bothered though. It’s not about making the teacher believe it, she just needs her words to end up on the record. And someday, when her nephew inevitably ends up going off the deep end, the court can look over her words, and find that Mike - as she has always proclaimed - is not a suitable guardian. 

Mike rolls his eyes. This, too, she ignores. It’s not the first time he can’t contain himself in a professional setting. Speaking of which….

She sniffs. “And that poor man.”

Another head tilt. Another eye roll. 

Her nephew doesn’t speak up to defend himself. Not that he ever does, because what could he possibly say? 

‘I didn’t mean it?’ ‘It was an accident?’ 

Oh, please. 

She motions to her lawyer - some guy she hired off of craigslist, Doug, if she remembers correctly - to hand her the necessary papers. The real reason she came here this morning. 

Eyes glazed over and with the tremor of a baby deer taking its first few steps, Doug hands her the adoption papers.

“I want custody of Abby,” she says. Partly for the money, partly because I can’t trust my nephew to keep her safe. Jane leaves that part unsaid, but she’s sure her nephew can fill in the gaps. 

Mike shifts in the seat, sitting up a little. His frown deepens. “And if I say no?” There’s something in his tone, like he’s secretly begging Jane not to take his little sister away. A small child asking their caregiver not to turn the lights out because they’re scared of what’s lurking in the dark. 

But she’s not that nice. 

“Then, I’ll have to escalate it further, and if the court decides to remove her from your custody, you’ll never see her again.” And that’s not a threat. A threat is petty and unproven. Jane doesn’t make threats. It’s a promise. 

Mike deflates. Without her wanting to, in his place is a younger version of Mike. Cuter, with big brown eyes, and dark (almost black) curls to match. (“When are mommy and daddy coming back?”) 

She shakes her head. The past version of her nephew disappears. The current one stares at her with concern, or maybe that’s fear for her mental state. At least now he knows how she feels. 

The school bell rings. 

“Well, until next week,” the teacher says. 

-x-x-x-

“So,” Mike starts, picking at the bowl of cereal he originally poured for Abby, but since she decided at the last second she didn’t want it, it’s his now. His sister colors at their dining room table. A rare sight, as she usually prefers hiding away in her room. “How was school?”

Nothing. The sounds of crayon on paper continue.

He purses his lips. “Your teacher told me, you guys are learning about animals. What’s that about?”

Nothing.

Mike sighs. “Okay.” He knew it was useless trying to reach her. Her teacher was clearly wrong. Center of Abby’s pictures or not, she doesn’t care if he’s here with her or not. “You can go if you want.”

Instantly, his sister is rushing to her room, art supplies clutched in her arms. A moment later she emerges, arms free, and heads straight for their television.

That’s right, he remembers. It’s Thursday, which means a new episode of Ab’s favorite show. 

Mike quietly laughs to himself. He used to rush to the TV on Friday nights to see reruns of Days of Our Lives and The Young and the Restless, though back then he had to fight against two parents who wanted the living room to themselves, and a….

He swallows, looking sideways into the kitchen. The calendar on the wall is a couple months off. He’ll have to change that….eventually. 

As soon as he hears the telltale jingle of My Little Pony, Mike digs into his pocket. The card he shoved in there earlier is creased but thankfully not ripped. 

He stares at the number for a solid minute, before building up the courage to call Mr. Raglan up. He taps his teeth together, twisting in his seat from side to side. The phone rings, once, twice. Mike thinks of hanging up, but the thought of not paying rent for a second month in a row stops him. It’s halfway through the third ring when the phone’s finally picked up. 

“Hello? Hello, hello?”

“Hi, it’s Mike Schmidt.”

Steve Raglan laughs, the sound crackly due to the poor connection. He wonders how many other poor souls had to grit their teeth and bear the humiliation of asking for help from someone so callous and unconcerned. Or maybe everyone else is smart enough to just take the job offer right off the bat. Smarter than Mike at least, not that that’s anything new. 

“Mister I’m too good for anything,” Mr. Raglan jokes. 

Against his will, Mike’s eye twitches. He forces a laugh. “Yeah, um…I was actually wondering if that job was still open?”

“Yes, of course. When can you start?”

“As soon as possible would be good.”

Another laugh. Mike somehow manages to not groan.

“That’s what I like to hear. Now, get a piece of paper and a pen. I’ll give you directions to the restaurant.”

-x-x-x-

Mike meets Max at the front door. Her hair and clothes are slightly damp from the rain. “Hey, Max.” He hands her a towel to dry off with. 

“Hi, Mike,” she murmurs. A messenger bag slung over her shoulder. Likely her college textbooks. “Have fun.” The smile she sends him is downright mischievous. 

“Oh, so much fun.” He pulls his jacket on. “Uh…we don’t have a lot in the cupboards, but you can help yourself. I should be home by 6:30, but if I’m not here by then or you have any concerns-”

“Call you,” Max finishes. “I know, I know. Now, go. Otherwise you’ll be late. I heard the east bound is starting to flood a little, and we both know your car can barely handle an unflooded road.”

Mike nods. “Right. Thanks again, Max. I couldn’t do it without you.” And he really couldn’t. The only other person that he trusts to watch Abby is his aunt, and she’d use every second he’s gone to interrogate his sister or go through their (read: his) belongings. And even then, she’d expect to be paid. 

He winces sympathetically. “Max, I can’t pay you tonight.”

Max, who has settled on her usual spot on the couch, dismisses him with a wave. “I’ll put it on your tab.”

Mike smiles at the ground. “Right.”

-x-x-x-

Vanessa watches the restaurant from across the street. The unemployment office is ironically a perfect cover for her. Enough drug deals have been made in this parking lot to warrant a police officer being stationed here. 

The rain makes it a little difficult to see out her windshield, especially because she turned her car off to blend in more. 

Her phone vibrates with texts every so often. She knows who they belong to, and she doesn’t want to look. 

A car eventually pulls into the parking lot. It’s rundown, which is to be expected. The people he goes after aren’t usually part of a higher tax bracket. 

Vanessa waits for a little while. Let the new guy settle in for the night. Otherwise it might look like she was waiting for him, and wouldn’t that be crazy?

She pulls into Freddy’s parking lot a few minutes after midnight. A wave of nostalgia crashes over her as she looks at the building. So many memories here….

Her phone vibrates again, so she opts to leave it in the car. It’s not like he ever says anything important. 

Vanessa rings the doorbell. Most of the time, the new security hire answers the door immediately upon seeing that she’s a police officer. Apparently, the new guy is not like most people, because it takes him, not one, not two, but five rings of the buzzer for him to open the door. 

He cracks the door open a little, eyes narrow. “Can I help you…officer?” His voice is groggy, like he just woke up from a nap. But that’s impossible. He just got here twenty minutes ago. 

“Mhm. You must be the new security hire.”

The guy continues to stare at her, seemingly unable to find words. Maybe he’s on drugs? It wouldn’t be the first hire to be on something. 

Vanessa catches a glimpse of something dripping from the new hire’s arm. Red. “You’re bleeding,” she says. 

“Oh, It’s nothing. I’m sure I can patch it up.”

Definitely drugs. He seems shaky, but that could be because of the blood loss. The wound doesn’t look deep, but it wouldn’t hurt to patch it up.

Seeing an opening, Vanessa slides into the restaurant. “I know where they keep the first-aid kit. C’mon.”

It never gets easier, being here. It feels like every time she’s forced to do this, dust gathers another layer and the place falls apart just a little bit more. 

Still, this is Freddy’s. So, she can’t help but feel the tiniest bit excited.

She hands the kit off to him. “Bloodshot eyes, racing heart,” she observes, looking over him. The new hire seems to tuck into himself, as if hiding from her analytic stare. “Could only be Freddy’s.”

“Wh-what?”

“This place tends to get to people,” she explains, taking over bandaging his arm. “Which is exactly why you won’t last.” Vanessa extends a hand, done with fixing his arm up. “Vanessa Shelly.”

The new hire looks between her outstretched hand and her face. He takes her hand. His grip is sweaty and loose. “Mike Schmidt.” 

She notes the bags under his big brown eyes, the sickly pale tint to his skin, and his worn clothes. He looks - and she feels bad thinking it - pathetic. Pathetic and sad and very, very lost. 

“So, Mike. How about a tour?”

Without waiting for him, Vanessa heads out the door. If he’s smart, he’ll follow. Which isn’t saying much, because he took this job.

He probably didn’t have a choice. A voice whispers in her head. None of them do. 

She argues back. They have more of a choice than the children did. 

The voice says nothing to that. 

-x-x-x-

Mike follows Vanessa into the main lobby. She stops in front of the stage. The one he passed on his way into the office. A thick curtain hangs in front, blocking their view of what sits behind it. 

“What is this?” He asks, crossing his arms. Something about this - a police officer showing him around - doesn’t sit right with Mike. He knows that she’s likely just trying to be nice. Maybe it’s even procedure. There is a lot of dangerous machinery here. But still… 

“I want to introduce you to the band.” She hits a large button on the wall. The curtain slides open dramatically. “Freddy,” Vanessa gestures to a bear-esque animatronic in front. “Chica.” A chicken off to the side of Freddy; she holds a cupcake on a platter. “And Bonnie.” A bunny standing on the other side of Freddy, a guitar in his paws. 

Music starts playing. The song is familiar. Really, really familiar. Mike furrows his eyebrows. He glances at Vanessa who is watching the performance with stars in her eyes. She leans closer to him, still focused on the show in front of them. 

When she speaks, there’s a note of childish excitement in her voice. “Wanna dance?” The question catches Mike off guard. He looks at her, head cocked to the side. Did she really, actually want to dance with him of all people? They just met. 

Thankfully, he’s saved from the humiliation of answering. The music abruptly cuts off, and there’s a very obvious spark of electricity. 

“Whoa,” he mutters under his breath, jolting. This building must be older than he thought. 

Vanessa frowns, seemingly disappointed. “Maybe next time.”

Next time?

He watches her head back to the office. 

There’s going to be a next time?

-x-x-x-

“Your brother is hopeless.”

“Yeah…well…uh…your sister is weird.”

“Better than hopeless.”

[comfort-person]

Perfect to me

Request: hi I struggle with acne and am very insecure about it, I’m learning to cope with it and everything but do you think you could do one where the reader has an outbreak of acne? Like because of stress or tiredness or stuff? I don’t mind really… just something comforting please! Thank you(:

Tw: mention of blood

Harry x insecure fem! Reader

That morning you woke up way earlier than normal, Harry was laid in bed beside you, softly snoring, his hair messy yet a complete masterpiece. You carefully sat up tiredly getting out of bed as you made your way into the bathroom flicking the light on as you turned on the taps your eyes suddenly focusing on your face, your stomach dropping as you stared at yourself. Red spots covered your skin, dry spots too… your face just looked incredibly inflamed acne… you always struggled with acne but the outbreaks were always the worse and they always made you feel insecure. You stared at yourself eyes full of self hatred as you shook your head emotions barrelling out of control a sudden sob leaving your lips… maybe some would see the way you reacted as stupid but you were incredibly insecure all the time and Harry knew that well, he tried to lift your confidence up but somedays were better than others.

“Babe…?”

A confused Harry stood at the doorway, hair everywhere and eyes slightly droopy as he gazed at you worriedly and you quickly covered your face not wanting to look at him or rather him to see you as you shook your head “hey… hey what’s the matter?” He asked worriedly as he walked towards you more awake now since he knew you were clearly upset and very emotional. “I’m so ugly and gross” you spat out and Harry remained silent his brows pulling together before he crouched down in front of you trying to get you to look at him but every time he tried you were only more adamant to hide your face. “Why do you say that? You know that’s no way to talk about yourself… you’ve got to show yourself respect.” He said calmly, “babe look at me. Honey… please.” He whispered not wanting to force you to but he didn’t want you suffering in silence “but it’s the truth I’m so ugly!” You yelled out finally looking at him and once his eyes locked onto your face realisation struck “oh darling… no no no.” He was quick to cup your face in his hands gazing at the redness on your skin “you’re not ugly or gross… this is normal. Hey… it’s totally normal… even I get outbreaks sometimes… it happens to everyone.” He assured but you sniffled shaking your head “yeah but you look hot… and I just look like a mess.” You whined out and he couldn’t help but chuckle, “don’t laugh” you whined out and he smiled at you “I’m not laughing honey…. You look hot doing anything and don’t tell me otherwise… now listen to me okay?” And you nodded your head listening intently to him,

I’m going to go into the bedroom… I’m going to make you some food, how does a nice hot chocolate sound hm? Then we can cuddle and watch a movie okay” he said softly and you nodded immediately craving the warmth of a hot chocolate “yes please” you whispered and he nodded smiling as he kissed your cheek “go to the toilet,” he said making you furrow your brows in confusion “go on” he said with a nod before leaving you for some privacy however you did just as he said finally realising why he had said it, your eyes staring at the blood that was soaking your underwear. Damn period. Of course. How’d he know? You went to call him but before you could he had already walked in, a new pair of underwear held in his hand along with a pad before he handed them to you “isn’t this gross for you?” You asked quietly and he smiled at you “not at all… you’re my girlfriend… I love you… I don’t care what I have to help you with.” He assured and you just remained silent. How did you land a perfect guy like him? “How’d you know?” You asked and he smiled “well it’s been about a month and your period usually falls on this date” he said making you let out a soft laugh “gods i love you” you said happily and he smiled crouching down just in front of you “love you too sweetheart….” You removed your underwear noticing how blood had spread onto your inner thighs a soft whine leaving your lips “don’t worry honey… it’s just blood.” Harry assured grabbing a flannel as he wetted it with hot water, he then handed it to you. You felt safe enough to let him help you during these situations… that said the type of man he was… a trustworthy loving man. “Good job baby. All gone.” He murmured kissing your forehead before he crouched down in front of you helping you put the clean underwear on before he stood up, leaving the bathroom just so you could sort yourself out. He knew you could do a lot of this by yourself but he wanted to make sure you knew how much he supported you.

As you made your way out of the bathroom Harry was already back in bed but this time his guitar was standing up just next to the bed, “hey baby… here come sit.” He said and you quickly clambered into bed letting out a soft sigh your tummy already cramping and causing you pain. “Lay down. Just relax… let me take care of you okay?” He murmured and you nodded your head leaning back into the warmth of the bed as he lightly lifted your T-shirt up just so he could place the warm hot water bottle onto your skin, a soft happy sigh leaving your lips and you hummed fluttering your eyes shut “your hot chocolates just there okay? And some chocolate and other snacks just in case.” He said softly. He knew damn well just how to take care of you. He then propped himself up onto his pillows so he was sat slightly taller than you and you heard the sound of something opening and you opened your eyes looking at him confused and he chuckled “don’t worry… just got a face mask…” he murmured gently and you nodded, allowing him to smooth the cream onto your skin- the cream was a moisturiser almost to get some moisture into your skin, it usually helped your acne and you just hoped it would work this time too.

“Why are you so insecure about your acne?” He soon asked as his fingertips continued to lightly massage the cream into your skin “because it makes me look ugly” you whispered, making him scoff quietly “don’t be silly. You’re beautiful no matter what y/n…” he said gently and you shook your head “don’t try and say no to me… especially when it’s the truth.” He said making a small smile form on your face “but-“ “but nothing y/n. You’re gorgeous no matter what. I don’t care what you look like. I fell in love with your personality, your body, your kindness, your everything… not just your looks okay? Yes you’re beautiful but you’re so much more than that.” He said quietly before pressing a kiss to your lips “I love you.”

-

Once your skin was much more softer and you were a lot more relaxed Harry began playing guitar for you, lightly strumming his fingertips against the strings. “Can you sing for me?” You asked quietly and he smiled and without even saying anything, with just a simple nod, his fingertips began simply and gently strumming against the strings the tune instantly making your heart melt as you recognised the start of it instantly as you looked at him with nothing but love in your eyes, so much so you could’ve cried then and there… “your hand fits in mine like it’s made just for me but bear this in mind it was meant to be, and I’m joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks and it all makes sense to me, I know you’ve never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile you’ve never loved your stomach or your thighs, the dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine but I’ll love them endlessly” his voice was soft, gentle… oh so passionate but also so so sincere. “I won’t let these little things slip out of my mouth but if I do it’s you oh it’s you they add up to I’m in love with you.. and all these little things,

“You can’t go to bed without a cup of tea and maybe that’s the reason that you talk in your sleep and all those conversations are the secrets that I keep, though it makes no sense to me. I know you’ve never loved the sound of your voice on tape you never want to know how much you weigh, you still have to squeeze into your jeans but you’re perfect to me…” as he said those four simple words he gazed into your eyes with the softest and most truthful smile, he meant it. You could tell. A tear gently trailed down your cheek making him lean forward to kiss it away gently “I won’t let these little things slip out of my mouth but if it’s true it’s you it’s you they add up to I’m in love with you, and all these little things. You’ll never love yourself half as much as I love you… and you’ll never treat yourself right darling but I want you to… if I let you know I’m here for you… maybe you’ll love yourself like I… love you. And I’ve just let these little things slip out of my mouth cause it’s you… oh it’s you… it’s you they add up to and I’m in love with you and all these little things… I won’t let these little things slip out of my mouth but if it’s true it’s you it’s you they add up to I’m in love with you and all your little things…” he fell silent the strumming stopping as tears continued to trail down your cheeks “I love you so much.” He whispered placing the guitar down just so he could pull you close to his body his fingers gently stroking away your tears as he pressed soft kisses all over your face not daring to let go of you…

“You’re perfect to me”

[kungukingi]

Meditations on bris/isbr [3/?] "Barou as Isagi's Catalyst of Change"

Link to previous part.

Team X versus Team Z is a match that gains a whole new depth of meaning when it's contextualised with Isagi’s backstory from the light novel, with one particularly important perspective coming through his internal narration about the Saitama Prefectural Tournament Finals (the match against Kira), and about what he thought it would mean to him.

To put Isagi’s backstory short; he was initially a timid kid, likely partially due to his implied hypersthesia (a condition that involves an abnormal increase in sensitivity to stimuli of the sense, such as sounds, textures, light, etc.) — until he got into football, developed a passion for it, and started to excel in it. From his light novel (Translated by @hoshi801_):

In elementary school, he scored a goal beating five opponents in a row. In junior high school, he became known as the unbeatable striker in his hometown in Saitama.

He discovered Noa, gained confidence in his dream to become the best striker in the world and to win the World Cup. That is, until he entered Ichinan High School, which is where it all changed. When Isagi first learns of the “One for all, all for one” motto of Ichinan, he questions it, but when his teammates see nothing wrong with it, he decides not to press the issue so as not to stand out negatively:

“Well, in soccer, it feels good because you can beat your opponents and score goals by yourself, right? That’s the joy of being a striker. It's not about joining forces, but about the power of each individual striker… I guess.” He glances to see how Tada reacts. “Huh? You can't play soccer by yourself.” He said “What are you talking about?” then laughed. “Soccer is a sport played by eleven people! My goal is a team play that represents the bond of those eleven people! One for all, all for one!” Suddenly, they wrap an arm around each other’s shoulders. “Let's all join forces and go to the Nationals!" “Yeah!” When Tada said this, their other teammates got excited. (Huh? Am I the only one who thinks that this is ridiculous?) Isagi couldn't say anything more.

He is far from happy with this status quo however, silently disagreeing with the ‘nobody should stand out’ way his coach is making them play football, and eventually asks to play as a striker.

“Uhm… I want to go for the next game, as a striker, I'd like to shoot more if possible.…” This was all Isagi could muster. “Hahaha! You want to show off?” The coach laughed out loud, and his teammates laughed out loud as well.

Isagi turns red from embarrassment, and the coach goes off about how that’s just not happening because it’s not the Ichinan High School way. Shamed, Isagi then tries to gaslight himself into thinking this is fine and he is the one who is wrong:

(This is fine. Indeed, this is how a team works. Soccer is a sport played by eleven people. I'm sure it's not right for me to disturb the harmony… by myself.)

(Literally Isagi when he’s told he can’t play as an egoist striker:)

From then on his ego is described as ‘sealed’ and he focuses on just keeping the harmony, hiding his more assertive tendencies because he doesn’t want to stand out to his detriment in this harmony-valuing environment. This continues up until the moment when they’re getting ready for the Prefectural Tournament Finals in his second year. It’s the moment where his “true feelings welled up in his heart” and “Isagi heard the voice of his ego for the first time in a long time”.

Their opponent in the Finals was Matsukaze Kokuo High School, which had one of the best strikers in the prefecture, Kira Ryosuke. (I will beat that Kira Ryosuke, go to the Nationals……get scouted, go to the J-League……Someday, I will represent Japan……! Someday, I'll be at the World Cup I dreamed of……) He looked at his clenched fist and realized. (World Cup? So I’m still…… hoping for something like that.) He had never told anyone about it, and even he had almost forgotten about it, but it had always been there in the bottom of his heart. He wants to represent Japan and win the World Cup. It was a dream that he had been thinking about ever since the day he saw Noel Noa for the first time when he was eight years old. Then a predictive thought came to his mind. (......if my dream were to come true, this match would surely be the turning point.)

That bolded part is very revealing, and heartbreaking considering how he ended up automatically adhering to the “Ichinan Way” when the chips were down. That match did not end up being the turning point for Isagi, as we know. He ends up passing to Tada in the moment where he could’ve chosen to be assertive in a 1v1 situation with a goalie, and Tada ends up botching the goal and losing them the game.

But another match would become that turning point in a different way, and one specific person would become the catalyst to give Isagi’s ego the spark it needed to start on the path of turning into the all-consuming flame it eventually becomes. Someone Isagi immediately notices from the very first moment he enters the pitch.

The Team X versus Team Z match begins in chaos, as Ego has created a very specific situation that discourages any kind of meek “one for all and all for one” philosophy. The dumpling football that ensues is downright Darwinian in nature; individualistic and cruel. Though it’s not football exactly, it’s still closer to Isagi’s ideal football ethos than Ichinan High School’s way, which becomes clear when you look at the paragraph of Isagi’s thoughts upon him discovering the football club’s motto for the first time:

One for all, all for one. It means each one should act for the sake of others, and the others should act for the sake of each one. Sounds good, but isn't the game far more from that ideal? The soccer that made his heart fired up was even more cruel. The striker who single-handedly broke through that cruel world was beautiful.

Barou is the one who immediately takes control of the match, ends up “turning 0 into 1”, and dominates the pitch by getting his team to support him while team Z continues to struggle without a clear centre. And he does it in a way that leaves Isagi awestruck.

Isagi knows they can’t win anymore, but he still tries to do that same thing Barou did for Team X for their own Team Z; turn 0 into 1 and become the axis of their team.

Barou ends up taking notice of this change, and comes to stop him himself, in doing so creating an imperfect echo of the situation in the Prefectural Tournament Finals. But now Isagi doesn’t only have that traumatic memory pressing at him, there is also the imaginary World Cup Finals scenario that Ego painted for them at the start of Blue Lock, during which Isagi had imagined himself acting like a “true striker” would.

Point being, from Isagi’s perspective this is a moment that ought to be pivotal, a kind of a litmus test of whether he’s cut out to be a striker or not. But he’s not stupid, so he knows he can’t match Barou in a 1v1. So he freezes, wonders about what would a striker do, unconsciously activates a nascent version of metavision for one brief moment… and passes to Kunigami, mirroring his actions in the Prefectural Tournament Finals when he passed to Tada. In his mind, he does the exact thing he’d already thought he wouldn’t do again, because he is a striker, and he’s regretted not taking the shot ever since.

He is shocked, Barou is shocked. Raichi is furious and starts berating Isagi, who can’t clearly answer the question about why he did it, and then Barou says this:

Barou, who left such an impression in Isagi in this game, who has in such a short timespan embodied many key “striker” traits that Isagi has admired in Noa and ‘strikers’ in general for half of his life by this point, being someone who can:

…single-handedly break through “that” cruel world

…beat his opponents and score goals by himself

…turn 0 into 1

…be at the centre of it all

— This Barou tells Isagi that he isn’t cut out to be a striker, causing him to collapse on the pitch, wonder what the hell is he doing, and think that Barou — someone who does seem to have what it takes — might be right. But this being Isagi, he of course doesn’t give up. Instead he takes this despair Barou has fed him, uses the opportunity to truly look at himself, learn, and evolve instead.

Link to next post.

[jujumin-translates]

Event | Sanrio characters x A3! | EP: Letters of Promise

Izumi: There’s a lot of letters today.

Izumi: Hmm, this one's for me, this one’s for Azuma-san, this is an announcement from the shopping district. And then…

Izumi: T-These are…!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Izumi: Guys! Some letters from Kitty-chan and the others just came!

Kazunari: Eh, for realsies!?

Misumi: Waah, read them, read them~!

Kitty’s Letter: “To everyone from MANKAI Company. It was a lot of fun acting with you.”

Kitty’s Letter: “I’d love to see more of your stories! Someday, I’d like to go to MANKAI Theater to see one of your performances.”

Sakuya: Kitty-chan… Fufu, I had fun too.

Chikage: Who’s the one you’re holding from, Masumi?

Masumi: …Kuromi.

Citron: Oh? What did she write?

Kuromi’s Letter: “How are you guys doing?”

Kuromi’s Letter: “After the performance, My Melo got interested in acting, and we even did an etude together.”

Kuromi’s Letter: “Well, the story was great and the play was super~ fun, so I can get why My Melo feels like that!”

Kuromi’s Letter: “Next time, I’m gonna invite My Melo to perform too. Of course, I’ll be acting with her too ♪”

Masumi: …She’s just adding more actors on her own.

Itaru: That’s assuming we even do a second run at all.

Tsuzuru: But when you put it like that, it makes me kinda want to do another one.

Yuki: Tenma, who's yours from?

Tenma: Ah, um… Daniel.

Daniel’s Letter: “Thanks for performing with us! I was wondering if the play would turn out good with so many new people…”

Daniel’s Letter: “But everyone from Summer Troupe and the rest of MANKAI Company welcomed us so warmly, so I feel like we created something really good.”

Daniel’s Letter: “Next time you visit, we’ll make sure to introduce you to more of our friends.”

Kazunari: Ahaha, that’s so Daniel!

Kumon: Right! I thought he was so gentlemanly and cool when I first met him!

Misumi: This one’s from Cogimyun!

Cogimyun’s Letter: “The play… Was very fun myun…♪”

Cogimyun’s Letter: “Becoming friends with all of you became one of Cogimyun’s treasures myun…”

Cogimyun’s Letter: “Can we meet again myun…? I can’t wait to play with everyone again…♪”

Muku: My memories from the rehearsals and performance are like treasures too.

Misumi: We’ve gotta go back to play with Cogimyun some time~.

Kazunari: Then should we like… Make a plan to go back ASAP!?

Muku: Waah, yeah!

Kumon: Yeah, yeah! When should we go? Tenma-san’s next vacation?

Yuki: Quit jumping the gun.

Tenma: Well… I’ll check my schedule.

Taichi: Uwoah! This letter’s from Purin!

Purin’s Letter: “How is everyone~?”

Purin’s Letter: “I did some dessert research with my friends for when I see you all next ♪ So let’s have a pudding party next time.”

Purin’s Letter: “Oh, and I wanna know everyone’s favorite desserts. Ehehe, just imagine how fun it’ll be~♪”

Juza: …Pudding party.

Taichi: Juza-san looks like he’s about to drool just thinking about it!

Banri: Seriously. It ain’t supposed to be a personal letter.

Omi: A pudding party sounds great.

Azami: Yeah, I mean, he did mention it during rehearsals.

Sakyo: I mean… He did say he likes to eat.

Taichi: Yeah! I love to eat too! Let’s go, pudding party!

Omi: Haha, yeah. I’ll learn some new recipes for it.

Juza: Leave the taste testing to me. I’ll definitely help make somethin’ that Purin’ll like.

Banri: Like hell you’ll help make it! …You just wanna eat.

Tsumugi: This one is from Cinnamon-kun.

Cinnamon’s Letter: “The play was really fun~! I told all my friends about that day ♪”

Cinnamon’s Letter: “They all seemed really interested in everyone’s performance!”

Cinnamon’s Letter: “They wanna do a musical together someday. And I wanna try to do one too ♪”

Tsumugi: Ahaha, I’m glad.

Tasuku: Huh, so they’re interested in musicals.

Homare: Oho, I’d love to take on that challenge as well.

Hisoka: I wanna eat cinnamon rolls again.

Azuma: Fufu, of course.

Hisoka: Cinnamon told me that the terrace seats at the café are perfect for sunbathing. I wanna take a nap with him.

Guy: We still have lots to do with Cinnamon and the others.

Izumi: (…Everyone is smiling so nicely.)

Izumi: (I’m sure that what we gained from the performance that day will be a cherished memory for all of us.)

Izumi: (…I hope we can see all of the Sanrio characters again some time.)

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